Soul Perspectives

It is mid day and tears form at the excitement of being this close to the Canadian Rockies. Edmonton AB the cold and bitter , unforgiving city was hardly noticed in the rear view.

The majestic take breath away , take away any form of ego. The billions of minerals packed so high it is impossible to see the top. Millions of years of history stand before us and we seemed so small. The car drove fast and the highway smooth, but we were nothing in this. Specks to the likes of them. The Bighorn sheep look insulted at our presence. They eat away at their grassy snacks with impression of annoyance that we impose on their territory. This is not our land, here it is theirs. It belongs to the rivers and the animals that respect it. They are home and we are the tourists annoying them in the middle of their day. Like a person at the end of lease having their home shown. They simply would be happier without us and our giant loud machine imposing. They eat on.

The intensity of the mountains is almost beyond these characters that form word. They are magnificent the vibrations of the wind passing through you are a natural cleanse from the outside in and back out again. Every breathe you become cognoscente of mother natures pure attachment to you and you to it. It is as though she shows you who is boss.

We are now entering the treacherous Coquihalla Highway. Night falls fast and the stars are another reminder of just how very very small we are. The snow starts to fall , as it does often here. This means white knuckles shine brightly through the pitch black offered by the intimidatingly beautiful nature surrounding us. The car has far beyond its weight capacity in load and we are at what feels like a 45 degree angle uphill. Mother Nature you magnificent beast.

The treachery succumbs to appreciation of the stillness up here. As we get higher in altitude, the darker peaks tracing the outline of the somber sky are awe inspiring. Soon it is day, in the light the angry edges of the mountain seem friendly again and the sky seem inviting rather than ominous. We are now looking at the peaks in rear views and anticipating ocean. It is another few hours drive and this side of the mountains seems to offer so much more in snowy Canada. Trees stand so tall they have your respect before you're even introduced. They are and have been and will be longer than you. That is understood here.

Toes buried in sand we were in new awe, the ocean steel my heart my soul sparks at home.